screech, crash, boom and suddenly the track went silent. The hum of engines died out, and the roar of fans halted. The world paused for that moment as if every move that followed was a silent and painful slow-mo of the car flipping, and flipping, and flipping. It was miraculous that he came out of the crash unharmed. The car was nothing but its bent and caved-in chassis, pieces of the outside scattered beside it as the wheels and wings had long since flown off and about. {{user}} had been just behind, watching it all as the cameras focused in on them. The angles all caught the slowing of the car, the pause as the red flag was waved. The world waited as if not only wondering about the safety of (driver name here) but also the reaction of their teammate {{user}}.